Chapter 69 Long-Awaited Reunion "You prefer the back of your hand, arm, thigh..."
don't know.
well.
Chi Du seemed to laugh in anger, raising his hand to support his forehead, his fingertips sliding through his hair to reveal his orange eyes.
Those eyes were always more affectionate than anyone else's.
Sang Li always felt that she would be caught in Chi Du's intricate vortex.
It made her feel guilty whenever she looked at herself.
I feel guilty that I can't remember anything from the past.
"Have you even forgotten this?" His voice was low, like a sigh. "You were the one who discovered it, you were the one who told me that Slo's paintings could be used. They're not ordinary paintings that I could use as anchors."
Sang Li was stunned.
Anchor point.
“It sounds like I used to be a smart person,” Sang Li said.
Chi Du said, "The only difference between you now and you before is the information gap. You're not stupid now either."
“Of course I didn’t say I was stupid,” Sang Li said conveniently.
She felt incredibly capable, able to navigate relationships with several men with ease.
"You've probably forgotten by now, so let me explain my ability again. For me, 'traveling' isn't difficult, but there are some necessary conditions. To accurately arrive at a certain time, a certain person, or even a certain emotion, I must rely on an anchor point."
“Anchor points are not physical coordinates, but spiritual coordinates.” He slightly raised his hand, making a gesture like putting down a pen. “They are the projection of a certain will, the coordinates of existence, which is my positioning. Therefore, Slow’s paintings are one of the anchor points.”
“But not all objects can become anchor points.” He paused, his gaze sweeping across the air. “Only anomalies that have carried high-level consciousness, or media that have been imbued with intense emotions, can become true anchor points. The characteristics of an anchor point are stability, precision, and perceptibility.”
"So, when you first suggested trying Slow's paintings as an anchor point, we succeeded."
He chuckled softly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "He poured all his emotions, memories, and obsessions into his paintings. It's quite obvious that he does have some artistic talent."
Although Sang Li felt that the statement sounded ironic.
She could probably understand why Chi Du disliked Slo.
Sloan is too much like a voyeur spying on himself from a dark corner.
"But don't you have my mark?" she asked instinctively, her tone hesitant. "Can't a mark also be used for location?"
Chi Du lowered his gaze, like a wronged dog, and gave a soft "hmm".
Sang Li could tell that he was quite dissatisfied.
"You think that mark is a location anchor?" He spoke slowly, as if accusing me. "The power over the mark is in your hands. At most, I can sense your presence. Two years ago, you ruthlessly hid your mark. Otherwise, do you think I wouldn't have been able to find you after all this time?"
He spoke in a very low voice, almost in a whisper.
It sounded like she was about to cry.
It seemed that Sang Li had done something to abandon her husband and children, and it was heartbreaking to hear.
He searched for far too long, and when he finally found her, he discovered that Sang Li had already been imprisoned.
It is completely gone, even the mark has disappeared.
All he had was the note Sang Li left behind when she left.
“I don’t understand…” Sang Li murmured.
If she and Chi Du were so close, why did she leave without saying goodbye?
But it seems that Chi Du doesn't think he would lie to her.
No one can lie to her.
Yes, because of love.
How could I bear to lie to someone I love?
“I don’t understand either.” Chi Du looked into her eyes. “You said you had to go back, that many things needed to be settled, that you had a plan, but you didn’t tell me about it.”
go back?
Will he be arrested by the management bureau?
It sounds like the person before they lost their memory knew everything.
Furthermore, their logical thinking is extremely rigorous.
"Then why did I lose my memory?" Sang Li felt as if everything was in the hands of her former self.
But isn't amnesia proof that things are getting out of control?
Chi Du stared at her for a long time: "I'll say it again, it really wasn't me."
Sang Li: "So what exactly did you do?"
Ike Watari: "..."
"Alright."
Judging from his expression, he really doesn't intend to say anything more.
Sang Li lay down and gazed at the starry sky.
He didn't say anything more, but just approached silently.
It's as if it's saying, "I've never wronged you."
Their silence resembled a tacit agreement.
A night breeze swept by.
The Milky Way shone brightly above the desert tents, as if the entire sky had bowed its head and pressed itself against them.
Chi Du lay down beside her, took a thin blanket from the side beneath him, gently unfolded it, and covered the two of them.
Sang Li didn't move, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
He propped himself up, looked down at her, paused for a moment, and then bent down.
*Smack*
He gently placed a kiss on the center of her forehead.
Like the first rays of dawn falling on a snow-capped mountain, nourishing everything silently.
"Huh?"
“You don’t like me kissing your forehead,” Chi Du suddenly said. “We finally met today.”
"Why?"
"You prefer the back of your hands, arms, thighs, ankles, waist, and abdomen..."
"Enough!" Sang Li interrupted him. "Isn't there any part of your body that can be shown in the light?"
Chi Du's gaze was inscrutable.
Sang Li understood. Okay, no.
“Anyway,” he said softly, his gaze sliding from her cheek to the night sky, as if speaking to the entire cosmos, “at least you’re back.”
"That's good."
The tone was so gentle it was almost pious, yet it seemed as if all the strength had been used to utter the words.
The Milky Way is like a tapestry.
"You can sleep peacefully," Chi Du's voice whispered in my ear. "No one will disturb us. I'll take you back."
Sang Li blinked, paused for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "...Lu Jin, is he trying to capture you?"
Chi Du was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
That kind of laughter wasn't joyful; it was more like hearing some overly naive and adorable joke.
He turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with an intense, unyielding light, like a cluster of fire burning in the long, dark night.
"He can't catch me."
"No one can catch me."
"Except for you."
Sang Li turned to look at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Then, would you say we've reconciled?"
Chi Du blinked, a ripple of calm smile spreading across his eyes, and gently corrected her: "It's not a broken mirror mended, it's something lost and then regained."
What was lost?
“Memories, perhaps it would be better to have no memories.” He paused, “but this time, I really don’t want to lose you again.”
"That doesn't sound very auspicious," Sang Li remarked.
Chi Du: "That's because there's always someone following you around like a shadow."
"Besides you, I have other men?"
"Not a man, at most someone I know."
"Huh? I've seen it now?"
Sang Li was curious.
Chi Du: "No, but it will be soon. His provocation has already been sent to me."
What is it?
Chi Du sneered: "You'll know if you see him."
It seemed that if he said a few more words, he would be corrupted.
Sang Li was quiet for a moment, then asked curiously, "Did I really sneak away?"
"yes."
"Aren't you afraid that once I regain my memories, I'll find out you've been lying?"
Ike Watari countered, "So what would you do?"
Sang Li howled and stretched out her hand: "I'll torture you."
Chi Du sighed, "You've tormented me for too long, I'm almost turning to dust. We've been apart for so long, I want to hug you. Can I hug you?"
Sang Li didn't react for a moment, and turned her head to look at him: "You're quite polite, aren't you? You even know to ask before doing something?"
Chi Du smiled, feigning grievance; "It wasn't there before, but I don't want to scare you now."
The next second, he reached out and gently, very slowly, pulled her into his arms.
The embrace wasn't tight; it even seemed tentative.
He pressed his chin against the top of her head, as if savoring her scent.
After a long separation, although he initially felt content just to know she was alive and to be able to see her, now he wanted to go further and recapture that feeling from before.
I don't want to take it slow.
Chi Du held her motionless, his palms pressed against her back, the warmth of his palms seeping through the thin fabric, inch by inch, into her bones. That body temperature wasn't scorching, but rather like a campfire quietly burning in the snow at night—quiet, resolute, and captivating.
"Let's go to sleep; no one can disturb us."
Except for, that damn rose.
She fell asleep.
good evening.
***
The next morning.
Sang Li slowly opened her eyes.
The familiar ceiling, the familiar room smell, the familiar soft blanket.
They were sent back.
They still have a strong sense of morality.
They didn't kidnap themselves.
The two of them... sigh.
I didn't know what to say.
To some extent, I am a traitor to the abnormal entity.
Given her relationship with Lu Jin, there was no need for her to tell him about Chi Du's whereabouts.
That's how it seems, at least for now.
She would only reveal a tiny bit if she needed Lu Jin to uncover Chi Du's secrets.
For now, it's best to keep quiet about it.
She sat up, pulled back the curtains, and sunlight slid down her shoulders.
There was something new on the bedside table.
A small item that doesn't belong in this room.
An hourglass.
The hourglass is crystal clear, its glass so fine it seems to freeze time itself. Fine white sand flows within, reflecting a soft, shimmering light. A black raven feather is stuck in the sand, jet black and long, its tip gleaming with a soft silver-blue light, like the starry sky of last night.
Sang Li stared at the feather for a long time. Ah, it was indeed a beautiful gift.
The door handle turns.
Bai Heng quietly pushed open the door.
It's eight o'clock in the morning, and he needs to come in and check on the situation. He already reported to Sang Li yesterday.
He just didn't expect that Sang Li had already woken up, and seemed to be in pretty good spirits.
Is it because you're so excited about going out to play?
“You woke up really early,” he said.
"When shall we set off?" Sang Li asked, looking at him.
"You want to go out now? I'll make breakfast."
Sang Li: "You still have to drive, you'll get tired. I'll make breakfast."
Bai Heng paused, then suddenly remembered something, and asked in a calm tone, "Are you sure?"
Sang Li blinked, looking completely innocent: "What's wrong with me?"
Bai Heng said calmly, "Last time you cooked at the shelter, you set off the kitchen alarm three times. The system almost thought we were experiencing a fire."
Later, Sang Li was no longer allowed to cook.
No matter how you write the application, it's not allowed.
"...It's simply because I forgot that I was playing a game at the time. It's not like I can't cook; I'm an adult."
Bai Heng turned and walked towards the kitchen: "I'm not so exhausted as to be unable to cook a meal. Put away your little dress and the snacks you bought yesterday."
"Okay!"
At 10:00 a.m. sharp, Sang Li and Bai Heng set off on time.
Sunlight streamed through the car window and fell on her face. The wind was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, as if the weather had been specially prepared for this short trip.
Sang Li sat in the passenger seat: "This hot spring is open-air, and you can even watch the moon while you soak! I've already decided what to eat tonight. I'll treat you to dinner, so you can order whatever you want! I'm super rich now, I don't have any expenses, and I even have a salary! I'm planning to sign another rental agreement with Lu Jin and withdraw my housing provident fund. Then I'll be a complete rich woman, with a full three thousand yuan!"
Bai Heng smiled and said, "It's up to you."
She was like a little bird released from its cage, bouncy and light, her eyes so bright they could reflect the sky.
She spoke rapidly, her topics never stopping, as she scrolled through her phone, talking about her vacation plans, the desserts she wanted to eat, and the angles she wanted to take for photos.
Bai Heng listened, occasionally agreeing, but his gaze subtly swept over the phone on her lap.
The screen is on, and the page is still unlocked.
Behind it, there was nothing.
"Thinking of Lu Jin?"
"yes."
Actually, Sang Li stared at this dialog box for a long time.
Bai Heng noticed her emotional pause, but didn't say anything. He simply turned his head to look ahead, turned the steering wheel, and the car steadily drove onto the highway.
Bai Heng: "He'll be fine."
Sang Li: "Of course he'll be fine."
Bai Heng didn't understand the implied meaning in Sang Li's words; he simply thought that Sang Li was quite confident in Lu Jin's work ability.
Although Lu Jin did not respond, Sang Li acted first and informed him later.
They sent their vacation plans and location.
Finally, a cute emoji was added.
This is a two-day, one-night trip.
Lu Jin will complain that he was running around everywhere.
***
In the South China Sea, the sky was just before dawn, but the sea remained still and heavy.
Lu Jin had been searching at sea all night. The signal from BEAM-107 had been completely erased; from thermal and magnetic fields to abnormal fluctuations, everything had returned to zero.
"Two o'clock on the starboard side, unusual movement beneath the waves!" Tang Lan was exhausted after a night of fierce fighting and had just received an injection of nutrients.
Another ear-piercing explosion erupted from the sea.
Those molten creatures emerging from the depths, resembling some kind of degenerated fish, with slippery skin and round eyes, wriggled and thrashed in the waves, lunging at the ship. They didn't seem to be attacking consciously; rather, they were drawn by something, surging in almost frenziedly, turning humans into part of their prey.
Although the instigator, Amber, has disappeared.
But these things should be under His control.
They threw the two corpses onto the boat and then disappeared into the night without warning.
Amber acted as if she had completed a task.
The cabin was dimly lit and filled with the smell of salt water, rust, and a faint odor of corpses.
Zhou Fangyang, wearing gloves, is conducting sample testing on the body.
Yu Qi and Tang Lan worked together to evacuate the area.
They didn't want to prolong the fight either.
Zhou Fangyang felt as if he was tightly gripping something from the claw-like hand of the abnormal skeleton.
"What is this?" Lu Jin frowned.
Zhou Fangyang used tweezers to slowly pry open its tightly clenched fingers.
Inside was a small piece of fabric.
Like a curtain, or a canvas, its color is yellowed, its texture is old, and it is stained with blood.
He placed the fabric into the probe chamber.
The magnetic field image slowly emerges.
Zhou Fangyang was startled; "No way..."
The cabin fell into dead silence.
Lu Jin stared at the piece of cloth, his brows suddenly furrowing.
Sloan.
How could this be related to Sloan?
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